Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1887-12-23

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calamity, the cook ought to make the TIA
BILE itself glow with sympathy. A bereave-
ment requires cold meat; If 1t be be-
reavement which brings a legacy or a
succession, it should be cold chicken II 1t
possesses no such consolation, cold boiled
mutton. Loving memory should be mark
ed ~ the disappearance of the lighter and
more festive dishes; there should be no
| PitfeC, no illlet of sole, no outlet q la SOU
| biSo, and no TiS de Uedu no jolly little
| birds, such as plover, snlpe, cartridges
pheasants or blackjack. No gelees, aspics,
omelettes, ices, creams or pretty cakes
A sombre array of chops and steaks,
plainly cooked, suggestive of solid .plebian
work a day comfort, cold boiled beef,
tongue, with at most a halfpay pudding
should alone be served up. Perhaps the
reason why Sibyl ate nothing Mt the meal
was because this rule had not been car
ried out, and the table smiled and sparkled
with art site plenty and festive variety,
as if nothing had happened. Had the
cook no feelings Yet all the household
kgew by this time that the fortunes had
been lost.
| Where is your father, dear" asked
| Lady Augusta. with sigh,
HE is still in his study. do not think
we shall see him at luncheon" said Sibyl
with profound sigh and glance at
Paul. "rhe Triflng Incident of this
morning has been too much for him"
that cheerfulnesS which the brave young
man preserves and exhibits on all occa-
sions, say, after losing boat race, or
having his play damned, or after being
beaten at the hundred yards, or after los
ing his first class, or on getting his Ms
returned by the Editor, or on getting the
sack or after proving to himself how
easily and swiftly and Unexpectedly Il
fortune of fifteen thousand pounds may
take wings and fly away without saying
farewell. and be no more seen, leaving
not trace behind, nor anything to prove
who has got it all, That is the most
wonderfully thing to understand who does
get all the money that is lost
well, good people, he said. LET me
have luncheon. One may be a pauper
and yet get hungry, Paupers are always
getting hungry, and It is a great nuisance
luxury for the rich. Cicely, yon and are
paupers. Yes, Sibyl," his voice dropped
little, because this meant so much more
to her than TO Clcely, 81 have now got to
work in earnest"
That is, indeed, great misfortune"
Paul observed. "Your friends ought to
go into mourning for you, Tom"
My dear philosopher. you bear up SO
we'll and so nobly that | hope you will
yourself shortly meet with a similar afilic-
ton. should rejoice TO keep up my own
spirits while you lost your money, and
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depressed more than l could help wsth
other peoples msfortunes. | will take a
outlet Well, ! have been since break
fast to Lincoln's Inn Fields, where have
conversed, but without getting any com
fort, with the Man of Law. | have been
| likewise into the city, SO far as can be
learned there is no chance of anything be-
ink saved. There is but one opinion. To-
tai wreck Cargo lost. Crew-that is the
shareholders-cast away. Many are al
ready, hear, inquiring into the menu of
the workhouse dinner and whether the
nature of the sleeping accommodation has
been maligned, and what is the uniform.
The liabilities are anything you please,
and theIassets are as low as they make 'em.
Beer for me. We shall be lucky, all of us,
if we continue to get beer"
eff everything is gone" said Paul, with
a sweet smile of patience, can we not
agree to say no more about it We talked
| about nothing else at breakfast, and Mr..
Brudenel actually lost his temper over
it"
1--WE can, Paul, and we will Tom re-
piled. I am going to whistle fortune
down the wind don't quite understand
how to do it, but you shall show me. 1t
is part of the Ancient Way. am sure
If fortune is not kind to me- what care
how fair she be You are quite right,
Paul; it is best to talk about it no
more"
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Sibyl, shaking her head soemnly and
mournfully; 1.-The Family Name is dis
graced. We can never look people in the
| face any more; we can never get over it
we can never go into society any more
we can never lift up our heads again ; we
can never, never recover from the dishon-
or Of"
At this point Mr.. Brndenel himself APP
peared, and so transformed was he, so
mlraculously changed, that Sibyl could
not III common decency finish the sentence
though she had been quoting her father
word for word. If the !amily name had
been really disgraced by the event of the
morning he must have found some won
derful soap capable of instantaneously re-
moving any stains because joy and salts
faction shone upon his face like the sun up
on field OF golden grain. Yes-joy, salts
faction, content and happiness were all
| shown on that happy face, Wreathed with
smiles. He walked rs If he wanted to break
out into a dance he spoke as if he wanted
to laugh and sing.
Paul !" he cried. "Forgive me
ought never to have doubted. How could
of little faith. Oh my dear friend, they
have not forgotten me They remember
ed that whatever my own views might be
as TO the worthlessness of money! had
wards-and adaughter-and daughter. y
He offered his hand, which Paul grasped
| WITH ell uslOu.
There is nothing to forgive" he said
81 know what has happened. But you
will tell us, will you not Your doubts
We're natural. Tell everybody what has
happened. You have the Bank Book,
see Ii was in Mr.. Brudenel's hand.
1T was only five minutes ago that it
was brought to the door. Who sent for
the Bank Book Did you, Augusta ,"
Have you forgotten, my dear Cyrus, u
she replied, somewhat coldly, what pass
ed in the study when | suggested the
sending for the Bank Book 1t was not
likely that ! should take upon myself after
that to send for the book"
"Then it was you, Paul, was it ~
Certainly not. You can easily ask the
clerk at the Bank who sent for it. Go on
You have got your Bank Book. Let us
start with that"
"Well, Augusta Girls Tom We are
saved after all We are saved That il
what have to tell you've are saved %
This morning" said Tom, 1--WE were
lost. Are we the shuttlecocks of fortune
Perhaps tomorrow we shall be lost again
beg your pardon. sir, for interruptng